I'd Love to Say Goodbye

How does the emigrant adjust
To living in another land? I don't
Suppose I'll ever learn. The ties
Which bind are many and they're
Strong: the kids, their kids, and
Others, relatives and lifelong
Friends. The house and pool
And view are nice, and blah, blah,
Blah. Life here is easy. Neither
Church nor state oppresses.
Still, I wish that I could leave
To linger by the sea somewhere
In Spain or maybe Italy, to drink
Espresso at a table outside,
Near the knots of other elders
Without much to do. To live
Unhurried, guiltless, prone
To dozing off like an old dog,
Instead of putting up with dopes,
With this great, homicidal monster,
Known to all as USA, a place
Where people eat in cars, and swing
Like mindless metronomes from
Workplaces to shopping malls,
A nation wrecked by immigrants,
So overcome with avarice that they
Felt nothing as they cut away
The ties which bind.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-06-30 at 18:04

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
It must be a nice experience to live in a different place, for a change. Many Nepalis live in the US -- the land of their dreams -- and they must feel what the speaker in this poem feels.
2020-07-02